Differential

Differential: Division Two

Differential: Division Two

My mother was Aduroum, my father human. They fell in love. About a year later, I arrived. That's all I knew. Besides the history of how the Aduroum got to Earth. Of the evilness of the Bræum and how many they had killed.

My mother left me a letter. That's it. Well, that and a bank account filled to the brim with money. No 'Goodbye honey, I love you.' just a letter saying she was sorry she had to go and that I should never reveal what I was to a human.

She enclosed another page with the history of her people.

Some days I wondered why. Why had she left? I had only been eleven in my years. The appearance of a two year

old. I didn't know anything about my father. I don't even remember the slightest detail of him.

I don't remember her, or her leaving. My memories ran two timelines. One

Before, one After. There was no in between.

Because of what my mom was, I had gifts. Like many Aduroum, I could change my appearance. I could look like a thirty-five year old man if I wanted to. But my human side limited me. I could only keep up the Disguise for a few moments.

Another gift I had was Convection. I could raise the internal temperature of things with a glance, and

send light and energy through my hands. I also had the gift of Understanding. I could communicate with animals. Not like a conversation, but a.....feeling. Of what the creature wanted or needed. And they, in turn, could understand me.

Hence the squirrel.

Don't get me wrong, I was no superhero. I had my weaknesses. None that I would tell you about thought. That information could get into wrong hands.

Pushing thoughts of who I was aside, I shoulder-opened the door to my house. A cute little home, it was a faded gray/blue, with white shutters. A small hydrangea bush on either side of the sidewalk added a little color. I had three step leading to the front porch, where a swing sat.

The inside was simple. Neutral colored furniture and hardwood floors. The kitchen was the the left, the living-room to the right. I had a small rocking chair facing a tv, along with a couch.

Take the stairs and you would find my room and bathroom. Heavily decorated in blue and silver themes.

All-in-all, I loved my house. It was something I could call mine. Something I could hide away from the world in.

I kept people at a distance. The Bræum had signed the Treaty of Sorrow, binding them into a contract in which they could not kill an Aduroum. This kept me safe, but nothing could protect those I loved. And Bræum would use them to get to me.

There weren't many Bræum on Earth, though I wasn't sure why there were any at all. But still, in the event one managed to find me, they would have no way of hurting me, so long as they didn't touch my friends.

The Bræum had an internal radar, as did I, that told them when another of their kind was around. But we could also sense each other. I would know the second a Bræum or Aduroum was around. Fortunately I had

never sensed a Bræum, maybe there were just too few on Earth.

I threw my backpack on the soft couch in the living room, then padded into the kitchen, grabbing a Red Delicious apple off the table.

What to do?

I thought as I munched, apple juice running down my chin. Normally I hung out at the park or went for a walk in the woods. Thinking of my awaiting History and Government homework just made me